"Low-ee!" Little Frank wiggled in Larissa's arms. She set him down, and he darted toward me, wrapping his arms around my legs.
I bent down and picked him up. He pressed his cheek to mine and squeezed my neck, grunting from the effort.
"Hey, there's someone who wants to see you," I said, knowing full well Trent would want to say hello.
"Who?" he asked, genuinely confused but interested.
"He went inside. Want to go find him?" I asked.
Little Frank nodded, his eyes wide with wonder. Someday, I'd be able to share these little moments with a child of my own, and I couldn't wait.
I turned to Dad and Larissa. "Is it okay? I'll bring him right back."
"Of course." Larissa laughed.
"Hurry back, though," Aunt Beth said and held up her cell phone. "I need to get pictures."
Abby caught my gaze and rolled her eyes.